Blindman's Buff

I was blindfolded and walking to the place
Where I heaved, somebody clap their hands
In the beginning when I just started to toddle my way
My life is a filter tip which I heated it over a fire

Smile or cry
You know, when I was six I learned how to tell a lie
Because I noticed that I made a mistake
Smile or cry

And in time, their hands didn't clap
My body and soul
Were crushed at the end of the space
That's the feeling